Nick Thomas - Battle Earth IV

“Let’s go!” he ordered.

Taylor’s coarse voice roared out and was heard by most, even over the boomed engines of the hovering copter. He leapt over the car and hit the ground running. As soon as he saw the first pulses of energy rushing towards them, he wished they’d had the shields with them. Intelligence had made it clear that their missions were low risk, rapid raids and not the vicious gun battles they had become so accustomed to.

“Fuck me!” he screamed as he felt the burn of a pulse rush past his head.

He opened fire as he ran, puncturing holes in the reinforced glass of the doors to the station. The soldiers all around him joined in the action, and the ground floor of the building was devastated by a volley of fire. He leapt over the body of one of the fallen soldiers from the previous fight and ducked down at the base of the wide flight of steps leading to the entrance.

“Grenades!”

He doubted anyone would have heard him, but they’d understand. He twisted the firing cap of a high explosive charge and launched it through the entrance. He ducked down as five more were thrown through the breach. Seconds later, an explosion rang out which was echoed by several more. Smoke and dust burst out from the doorways and left the entrance in a haze.

“Advance!”

They leapt to their feet and rushed through the building entrance. Parker and several others had managed to get ahead and were already blazing away before he’d gotten through what remained of the doors. Gunfire rang out, but had already silenced by the time he got through the dust cloud. Three Mechs lay dead on the ground. He turned to see three of the Frenchmen had been killed on the assault, and two of his wounded; their lives saved by Reiter’s armour. They could hear gunfire still raging on the floors above.

“Alright, let’s get this building cleared. Parker, you are to sweep and clear the ground floor. Fournier, your task is to go to the aid of the bunker and get those civilians out to safety. We’re heading up to assist Major Chandra. Let’s go!”

The three groups quickly split apart. Only seconds after Parker’s platoon had left his sight, and Taylor could hear pulses and gunfire where they had met opposition. For just a second, he stopped and hesitated about leaving her to assist the others. He knew he had a responsibility to remain professional, no matter their relationship, but he could not help but feel cold for leaving her in combat.

“What is it?” asked Lam.

Taylor shook his head as he snapped out of it.

“Nothing, let’s keep moving.”

They rushed up the stairs at a rapid pace, covering three steps in every leap. Taylor ripped open the door to the first floor to be met by a line of a half dozen Mechs waiting for them.

“Down!” he screamed.

He leapt from the doors, just in time to miss a pulse heading for his face. Another clipped the edge of his waistline armour and burning a few millimetres from it. Williams was unconscious on the ground where a pulse had hit him full force in the chest. Mitch prayed he was still alive, but there was nothing he could do for him in that moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do now, Sir?” shouted Lam.

He peered around to see that there was only one entrance on that floor, and they couldn’t reach the other side of the stairway without crossing the path of fire. The Mechs continued to fire odd shots through the entrance, but they didn’t appear to be advancing.

Taylor got to his feet and leapt over to the sidewall they had passed getting to the door, where several from his platoon were huddled. He tapped the wall with his knuckles, trying to estimate its strength.

“We need a new entrance.”

Lam smiled, understanding the Major’s idea.

“Clear the way,” ordered Taylor.

He and Lam trained their weapons on the centre of the wall and fired a dozen shots between them. They lowered their weapons to see they had blasted a half metre hole into the room the other side, and several cracks had spread around the breach. Without any further thought, Taylor charged like a raging bull and launched himself at the breach. To their amazement the wall caved in with his weight, and he tumbled through into the room.

“Fuck, that’s awesome,” stated Lam.

Taylor rolled onto one knee and beckoned them to follow him through.

“Clark, stay here with four others. Lay down some covering fire while we flank ‘em,” whispered Taylor.

Contented that his plan was underway, Taylor turned his attention to the room and making sure they were safe. He stood up and slowly crept up to the entrance door. A small glass window at eye level afforded him a good view beyond. The room led to a typical two metre wide corridor that ran throughout the floor. He turned back to see the last of his marines were climbing through. He signalled for them to join him.

“I reckon this corridor will lead straight to the stair and elevator hall where those bastards are dug in.”

“Think we can work our way around the floor and hit ‘em from behind?” asked Lam.

Taylor took a deep breath, breathing out through his nose with a sigh as he gave it some thought.

“Maybe. But I don’t want to risk getting hit by our covering fire, and I want this done quickly. We get out into that corridor, and we don’t stop moving until we hit them hard.”

The marines nodded in agreement. Taylor lifted his weapon, pulled out the magazine, and slammed in a fresh one. Lam quickly followed suit. Neither of them wanted to go in without the maximum firepower they could bring to bear. Mitch opened the door and stepped cautiously out into the corridor. He quickly looked both ways and could see no sign of movement. He stepped over to the opposite wall and a few metres in the enemy direction, stopping to wait for the others.

As soon as they were clear of the room, Taylor signalled for them to move forward. They clung to the sidewalls of the corridor in two columns. Taylor led the right side. He could feel his heart pounding once again. The danger was always most apparent in the calm before the storm.

Taylor reached the bend at the end of the corridor and lifted his fist to stop them briefly. They could clearly hear the pulses firing now. He edged around the corner just enough to get a clear view. The creatures were waiting in the open atrium with no cover to use at all. He smiled as he realised his plan had come together, and they had caught them utterly by surprise.

Mitch turned to his marines and nodded to give the go ahead. He lifted three fingers as a countdown. As soon as the third finger was dropped, their weapons were lifted to the shoulder, and they were ready to rush. The second finger went down and Taylor took a deep breath to calm him. Finally, it was time. The last finger went down, and he leapt from the corner into the open atrium.

There was no hesitation from the marines as they opened fire the second they had a target. Ten shots smashed into the Mechs before they had time to turn to face the new threat, and their bodies spasmed with multiple shots piercing their armour. From the stairway door, Taylor could see muzzle flashes rage, and the other marines rush in to join in the slaughter. The Mechs only managed two shots between them as they were riddled with armour piercing rounds. The pulses smashed into the walls with no effect as the creatures were killed where they stood.

Taylor’s marines didn’t stop closing the distance but rushed all the way up to the enemy position, so they could stand over their vanquished enemy and fire a few more shots into the creatures while they were down. The room went quiet for just a moment as they marvelled at their work. The silence was broken by the sounds of footsteps on the stairwell.

They rushed to the doors but could already tell that it was the sound of humans, not the brutish and bulking creatures. Chandra leapt into view with her rifle at the ready but quickly lowered it as she identified Taylor.